Story 📜 You Need To Breathe

C: Darkest Dungeon, fpreg, female x female / wlw, tactile, constraint, kicking, dark language

Story written by RoseVirage

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You Need To Breathe

Commission for Anonymous

“Again,” the Duelist commanded with an unforgiving tone after the dagger hasn’t hit the bullseye on the training dummy, making the Grave Robber moan in exhaustion.

Audrey, the owner of said dagger and current trainee, drew another one, wiped the sweat off her brows, and threw another.

The woman who agreed to help Audrey refine her techniques and train her, Sahar, paced back and forth behind her like a luring wolf, watching her every move; And maybe her body, too. For it was a strange sight, seeing this corrupted, bloodthirsty fighter heavy with a swollen middle. A look usually belonging to loving wives and pensive lasses, trying to get as much rest as possible, always moving carefully.

Not Audrey, though. To her, this belly didn’t mean rest and anticipation - it meant life-threatening danger. Nothing but a handicap, standing between her and her livelihood. Precisely because of that reason, Sahar had been asked to train her. So that the Grave Robber could make up for her disadvantage.

“Again,” Sahar repeated, making Audrey groan even louder. 

“But it’s almost right in the-,” Audrey started to explain, though the cold of the Duelist’s sharp rapier blade cut her off by suddenly being placed under her chin. She hadn’t even noticed that Sahar had lunged for the strike. The woman was truly formidable at the art of killing. 

“No complaining, mon minou. You’ve grown fat, slow, and unattentive. If I were an enemy, you’d be dead now. If that dummy were one, it might still be able to walk up to you for a killing blow.

Audrey pushed a sniding sound through her teeth. But she knew that Sahar was right. 

She waited for the Duelist to pull back the blade again, but it stayed longer than necessary. Audrey shifted her eyes towards Sahar. Her heart skipped a beat upon seeing the strange, almost predatory gleam in her eyes. Then, finally, Sahar withdrew her rapier, leaving Audrey out of breath.

For a moment there, Audrey had felt like prey. At full mercy of this woman, defenseless. And unlike on the battlefield, where this feeling was nothing short of devastating, Audrey found herself... excited, this time.

As if it could sense the shift within its mother’s emotions, mocking her for her strong reaction towards the situation, Audrey could feel the bastard child within her kick.

“You don’t breathe right,” Sahar noted in an authoritative tone, forcing the Grave Robber’s attention from her sensations back towards Sahar. 

She came closer, close enough for Audrey to smell her rather alluring scent. “Shallow. Like a dying goat. I wonder why.”

Before Audrey could answer, she felt Sahar’s hand on her belly. This sudden, unlooked-for touch caught Audrey off guard and made her gasp. Only now did she realize how much she was craving physical contact. No, not any physical contact… but Sahar’s.

“I see...” Sahar murmured, her voice now lower and not as imperious anymore, but somehow even more dangerous. “You’re binding your belly, don’t you, mon bête minou?”

“Why, yes,” Audrey answered, but fighting hard to articulate her words because Sahar’s hand was feeling up her belly with what felt more than just checking, "I... I don’t want it to be in the way.”

“Stupid girl,” the Duelist answered while her hand was feeling up Audrey’s compressed bump, then eventually finding the beginning of the tightly wrapped bandages and starting to unwrap it, “no wonder you can’t focus and barely stand straight.”

Audrey could do nothing but watch the woman’s skillful hands unwrap the very thing she was ashamed of. Then, as part of the binding fell down, her heavily restrained belly expanded to its normal size, breaking through the rest of the bandages. Audrey moaned, both in shame and relief. It felt so good, but at the same time, her belly was now nude, out in the open, protruding almost lewdly from her well-tended clothing - with Sahar’s hands still on it, her fingers brushing the remaining bandages aside, stroking over the indents they left. It felt... possessive, somehow. And Audrey found herself pushing her middle ever so slightly into the Duelist’s hands.

Sahar chuckled. “Now, isn’t that better, girl?”

Audrey took some deep breaths, feeling the heat crawling up her cheeks - and down her crotch. She nodded.

“You shouldn’t hide it. Don’t be ashamed of it. Be proud, even if it is a dent in your performance. You managed to grow a child, here, of all places. It’s admirable.”

Sahar’s words tasted like poisoned honey. Sweet. Addicting. But at the same time, they were feeding into a dark part within Audrey. Something that made her vulnerable, weak, and ready to submit. And as Sahar’s hands lifted her heavy gut full of sin and pride, Audrey couldn’t hold back anymore: She moaned.

“There, there…” Sahar whispered with a crooked grin on her face, “see how good that feels? To acknowledge instead of hiding?”

Audrey nodded, now fully subjected to her feelings and Sahar.

“Good girl. Now, throw your daggers again.”

Audrey did. And this time, none of them missed.

Hey guys, Rose here! After a long abstinence, I finally found my mojo again to write. I hope I can manage to do it more from now on. You can thank the anonymous special support patron who asked for a story instead of a sketch. That really motivated me, and this story was really fun to write!